United Kingdom sever ties that bind Wales and Scotland never were our kind If England leaves that might well pacify The violence in the Northern land of Ire
Build a wall round England with no gates The United Kingdom fragments with great pain We English are so stupid, fit for jail Then we will have this problem done and nailed
Hadrain’s Wall is still there, I have been Imagined Roman Soldiers I have seen Then the drop to Scotland’s in my gaze The Romans went no further through the haze
Le Royaume – Uni is a shattered glass Help the poor, abolish social class
We’ll need a passport if we go to Wales Snowdon is not English,I bewail One can reach the summit on a train To see old England and the Labour pains
We’ll have to go to Cumbria, is it ours? There is no border yet,no Northern Powers Hellvellyn and Great Gable are not small The Cumbrian folk might link them by a wall
The banks and braes of Scotland are not ours It’s cold and wet up there,don’t be coward A foreign trip will need no aeroplane There is not yet a Motorway to Spain
Wales and Scotland sundered from our land Foreign travel there will give no tans
Poetic rhythm is natural like the waves That come and go on beaches , wet the sand The sea is always moving as is love
The unconscious is a language dark engraved We cannot read unless we can descend To rhythms as natural as the rippling waves
Rich and strange so different from above What we find is not what we intend The sea is always moving as is love
What’s in authentic nature that should save As colours interact, by brush to blend? Poetic rhythm is natural like the waves
Yet ,in a poem, what part of us can bathe The mind , the heart, the soul, the writing hand The sea is always moving as is love
The golden seas, the oceans can command The ships that sail, the whale, the hidden ends Poetic rhythm is natural like the waves The inner sea is moving , tender love
The BBC is flooded by complaints People missed their favourite shows last night Prince Philip died, “they” say he was no Saint
Much appreciation he had earned When lesser men might well have taken flight The BBC is flooded by complaints
The Queen will ache like every widow aches This weeping will not show itself in sight Prince Philip died, he was her much loved mate
Her tears might well if all the childen spoke Keeping her new mask on will denote The BBC is flooded by complaints
This is not the time to hurl out cruel taunts Get your pen and write as I have wrote Prince Philip died, “they” say he was no Saint
The children of Victoria caused much hate The Kaiser and the Tsar in the same boat The BBC is flooded by complaints Prince Philip died, “they” say he was no Saint
To the depths The trees’ roots wind beneath the grass So green and perfect,neatly mown .The roots entangled,serpents mass, the fruit trees which now groan. Another,richer world beneath, Where the roots stark homes do give To tiny creatures which yet seethe, And all our darkest shadows live. From here a serpent malice took From our neglect of what we hate. We see the surface , do not look At what lies deeper ,till too late. And so we live, so often blind To the depths of our own minds
Adam,Eve, the apple and the snake We know the story well,we are quite smart Their children filled the earth with crude mistakes Adam,Eve, the apple and the snake God is not in charge of what we take With the nuclear bomb, the earth will break Particles light nightmares,man awake Where are our little souls and human hearts Adam,Eve, the apple and the snake We know the story well,we are so smart
Near illiterate, they watch TV Not Nigella not the BBC They ask the educated to sink down Come Dancing ,Benny Hill. the maddened clown
No more does learning merit due respect Nor do they treat the erudite with tact They do not wish to study or discuss So any leader vicious wins the toss
Does it matter much if sights are lowered? They felt shame at school and were ignored They do not think they’ll benefit from books But watch the behaviour of an errant Duke
The lack of cash,the shame, the rage, the crash No surprise some vote for sociopaths
Decide with me Past walls of heaving lies. Past politicians who shall be the Bride? Decisions fly like demons on the tide. Grab Satan”s tail and take a free and evil ride.
I fear no pill Can help the poor and reft. All of their payments Are to be Put to the cracked Test. We do not help For passive is our state. Send us to Bedlam for we are adrift.
Post modernism Says all stories are good But we must sift them With our heads of wood. I fear no evil For soon I think I`ll be Driven to seek asylum Where the angels swim at sea
I will always love Hugh, though John gave me his home We married very hastily,but were by chance in Rome
There’s no place lacks combs There’s no grace in Rome
Come to Jakarta or send me a bone I wanted a mere threesome, though I feel best alone
Life is what happens when we are busy making puns Come now to supper but don’t eat any guns
Imagine all the people living life in grief Imagine there’s no laughing, imagine nothing feels Don’t read a comic, only books have leafs Then in the Autumn they fall out unsealed
So you want the Loons to play with Cirque du soleil to swing away with They’ll come if you don’t lie
Success is like a swinging rope Up and down, the monsters joke
I decided to be a graduate but never learned to read Thinking is of little use especially at speed
Do something useful,sweep the floor Have some coffee,clean the door
I voted Labour all my life I got married for the strife Now he’s dead, I am quite lost Noone warned me what it cost
Haarold Willson our PM Very clever decent man I will drink a toast to him Though maybe not one for old Jim
The family tapestry is full of holes I want to mend them, will I be believed? Maybe a few pleats and then a fold The family tapestry has got huge holes And places where we scorched it with hot coal The cat has got her claws in, an own goal Oh,Lord, I think the ghosts are here like thieves The family tapestry has got huge holes I want to mend them now before I leave
Now my birthday comes again Send me paper and a pen I think a villanelle is good When the trees burst into bud Though its form is never fluid Love alone will never do it But grief is what will damp my eyes Tears and ink produce new lines. I love to feel the pen in hand My old friends will understand The ink once made from powder dry Mixed with water for supply We had a monitor it’s true But like a prefect tasks to do The old brass jug stands full and proud Now then children, two’s a crowd
“You mean you’re comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.” ― Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time: With Related Readings
When we drove to Cornwall in the spring The wild flowers in the lane burst into song We stopped in Weymouth,saw the curving shore Love seeped even deeper to our cores The peninsula of Roseland washed our souls The higher sun shone widely over all Yet Cornwall is not English,I am sure Though noone on our isle is truly pure Hereford and Worcester home of larks Their green inlands such orchards of the heart The love that blossoms must gain deep,deep roots As far below the ground as upper shoots In that hidden world where beetles creep Roots grow strong and tangled while we sleep On the marriage bed we two were one Now I am alone for you have gone Yet underneath all vision we are coiled Your roots and mine live mingled and unspoiled
Like me,my dad sang a lot and at night he sang this to me.I have very few memories of him except for the singing.Celtic people often do love singing and talking too
Then when my husband was dying, my mouth opened by itself and I , or something inside me, sang this
My husband lifted his head and smiled, then he was gone like a bird.
Meaning can’t be carried in mere words Only pity and the less absurd Hitler was a Catholic I read Was he redeemed by Christ,my conscience said? Who am I to cast the stone at him I’d shoot him with a bullet,Oh Martin Luther hated Jews and wrote it out Hitler destroyed Europe with his clout The USA felled Japan with the bomb Full of glee they dropped another one Now the natural world is dying too Wring your hands, the devil’s here for you He seems to be inside the human mind We are wicked blinded, and resigned Yet love is still well present if we care Create a meaning welcome if you dare
My nightmare lives in bed, oh fire,burned bright I’m chased by signs,equations and cats’ eyes After I’ve turned out the bedside light
I am far too weary for a flight I see the art and love yet all’s awry My nightmare comes to bed, oh heck,it might
Can you tell me more about my sight? I seem no longer ept with eggs to fry Before I have put on the bedside light
The Hebrew letters make my heart turn white Denoting both infinities not pi The nightmare re-occurs, obnoxious site
Then its almost Grecian at its height The tragedy of theatre, does that lie? Forget about the bed and its gold light
The cat bemoans it’s eyelessness and sighs We’re not in Gaza yet but don’t say die! My nightmare lives in bed but I shall write After I’ve turned on my little light
My cat crouched in a shoebox,eyes of green Amber, gold, and wide as summer sky She had all the dignity of queens My cat was in a shoebox,eyes of green Alas we did not have a bowl of cream She was still afraid but never mean I was singing.feeling, rather high My cat sat in a shoebox,eyes of green Amber, gold,oh curl up now and dream
Unconscious of our cruelty, we sin Yet pride ourselves as worthy and refined Those who know themselves are modest souls Who do to those around them little harm
Blinded to our our faults we strut about Causing pain to others, oh what charm If we break the rules,we have no doubts From our errors we can never learn
So I look on your insults and smile Self image admits nothing makes a change I shall not keep your sentences in files Unlike dried flowers in vases well arranged
Yet though you now evade a little pain Your company will never be the same
I dream at nights of my old friends My husband and his loving hands I dream of all the cats we had Alfred who slept on the bed He laid his head upon my foot As I wrote a poem of love Jimmy who was small and black She bit my hand if I got upI did not wish to wet the bed She did not understand a word I said The last night here she gazed at me I think she knew she would not be Lucky was the nervous one Black and white , apartheid none He liked my husband’s shoulder dear He draped himself and lost all fear Now the cats have all gone off I am frightened by a cough My husband comes to me at night Fortunately he cannot bite He touches me with tenderness Smiles and wished me,God Bless. When I waken I feel lost So I have to wear a watch I seem to have no solid selfI feel nervous of an elf I don’t mind an angel sweet He could rub my aching feet I will have no other man They are frightened of women They don’t like to lose at Chess They don’t like to wash my dress They will brush my winter coat Never ask me what I wrote I do not wish to anger men They might shout and bawl again I think maybe I will turn gay Ask a lady, what to say? They may not understand my needs Killing flowers to help the weeds Talking all the weary night On the whole they’re parasites Also they may menstruateI can’t give them seeds to take So they will leave and get a man This is where it all began Eve and Adam,God and man Cain and Abel, apple flan Noah and his Ark so fineI wish had one in the rainI wonder when the world will end? I am old so be my friend
Men and dogs are worrying en masse Boys inspired by porn attack young girls Dogs have killed young children in their home Now one’s maimed a seal, this shall not pass.
Horrified bystanders watch QC Her dog was off the lead, down by the Thames Where Freddy was sunbathing near the bank Now he’s dead, while Lady Muck drinks tea
More and more reports of women raped Or touched in private places while at work Is it change of culture, is it true No care is given to those more delicate?
Culture changes, smart phones access porn Dogs are guards but may themselves do harm
How my heart speaks 